Did I hear the church—clock a few… I was asked, and I answered, I ha… But I thought that I heard it str… Said my friend then, ‘The blessin… We know not the want of, and prize…

Mamma heard me with scorn and prid… A wretched beggar—boy deride. ‘Do you not know,’ said I, 'how m… It is to be thus begging seen? If for a week I were not fed,

Brothers and sisters I have many: Though I know there is not any Of them but I love, yet I Will just name them all; and try If there be one a little more

Well, they are gone, and here must… This lime—tree bower my prison! I… Beauties and feelings, such as wou… Most sweet to my remembrance even… Had dimm’d mine eyes to blindness!…

Horatio, of ideal courage vain, Was flourishing in air his father’… And, as the fumes of valour swelle… Now thought himself this hero, and… ‘And now,’ he cried, 'I will Achi…

An infant is a selfish sprite; But what of that? the sweet deligh… Which from participation springs, Is quite unknown to these young th… We elder children then will smile

Margaret, in happy hour Christen’d from that humble flower Which we a daisy call! May thy pretty name—sake be In all things a type of thee,

I HAVE had playmates, I have ha… In my days of childhood, in my joy… All, all are gone, the old familia… I have been laughing, I have been… Drinking late, sitting late, with…

All are not false. I knew a youth… For grief, because his Love prove… And married with another. I saw him on the wedding—day,— For he was present in the church t…

I saw where in the shroud did lurk A curious frame of Nature’s work. A flow’ret crushed in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in a cradle—coffin lying;

Mystery of God! thou brave & beau… Made fair with light, & shade, & s… Made fearful and august with woods… Jagg’d precipice, black mountain,… Sun, over all—that no co—rival own…

SISTER. Do, my dearest brother John, Let that butterfly alone. BROTHER. What harm now do I do?

O what a joyous joyous day Is that on which we come At the recess from school away, Each lad to his own home! What though the coach is crammëd f…

Lazy—bones, lazy—bones, wake up an… The Cat’s in the cupboard, your M… There you sit snoring, forgetting… Who is to give her her Bolus and… Twenty—five Angels must come into…

With the apples and the plums Little Carolina comes, At the time of the dessert she Comes and drops her last new curts… Graceful curtsy, practised o’er